Benoît Pioulard - Of Everything That Rhymes

Anchor as the Muse

As Would a Weaver

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

And Relent

The Very Edge of Its Flame

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

Initial B.P.

That Wounded Weathered

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Прыгну со скалы

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Девочка бандитка

Алёшка

Пошла жара

Седая ночь

КАК MOMMY

По барам

Где прошла ты

Птичка

Девочка, танцуй

Komarovo

Дурак и молния

Rampampam

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